A rude ranchero awakening
4:24 AM: A car passes through the neighborhood blaring ranchero music for all to hear. It’s still not as bad as the realization moments later that I have to be at work in a couple hours.
Town hall meeting? Really?
Yesterday, everyone at our site received an “invitation” to attend a town hall meeting where:
- we will discuss the current state of the company
- everyone is encouraged to speak openly and honestly.
Will it really take an hour to discuss the state of the company?
As for speaking openly and honestly…that’s just not something we do anymore.
At least I’ll be able to catch up on some reading or sleep for an hour.
More on the visitors from corporate HQ
I actually caught a glimpse of some of our visitors from corporate HQ yesterday. No, I didn’t give them a warm greeting because I know it would have been wasted effort. I’d have just as much luck getting a response from one of the doors in the corridor.
Please welcome our visitors from corporate HQ
A message was sent to our entire site yesterday, instructing us to give a warm greeting to our visitors from corporate HQ. Presumably, this is so you can feel good about yourself…right until the moment when the visitor looks right through you.
Where did the weekend go? A song whose time has come.
Someone oughta write a song called “Where Did the Weekend Go?” The good thing about this song is that it could be a punk song, a blues song, or a folk song sung by some wispy chick in a sundress. It’s the kind of song everyone would listen to on their way to work on Monday.